First the flirt
Delicious but curt
Then in a bar
Feeling your breath overt
Touched your cotton skirt
Your stream like skin
Rendered me inert
Off came your bra
And my blue shirt
Then by adventures
We were for weeks girt
Loudly we both sang
In a Mongolian yurt
At 4 A.M
Pashka for dessert
And just when your heart opened
And began to convert
I caused you
All the world’s hurt.
